My Coldhearted Husband’s Regret

After exchanging brief pleasantries with the gathered guests, Neal excused himself and retreated to his private chambers.

The remaining party dispersed throughout the elegant estate. Veronica, Dario, Cullen, Marco, along with the Mack and Crystal families, moved toward the main reception area.

With such a substantial crowd, the Crystal and Mack blended seamlessly into the background, their presence unremarkable among the distinguished guests.

The group settled into the ornate pavilion as uniformed servants glided between them, offering delicate porcelain cups filled with aromatic tea and silver platters adorned with exquisite pastries.

Neal's demeanor brightened considerably as he engaged Mary in animated conversation about their shared passion.

Beyond Mary, Neal had cultivated friendships with two other individuals who possessed considerable expertise in the artistic realm.

Enthusiasm radiating from his voice, Neal proposed an impromptu creative session, extending an invitation for Mary to participate in their artistic endeavor.

Neal gestured toward his assistant. "Edric, retrieve my artistic supplies from the study immediately."

"Of course, sir."

Following their collaborative effort, Neal lavished praise upon Mary's remarkable talent and technical proficiency.

Their conversation seamlessly transitioned back to discussions of technique, composition, and artistic philosophy.

Veronica and Dario deliberately maintained their distance from the artistic discourse, instead finding contentment in the tranquil atmosphere of the pavilion.

They savored the perfectly brewed tea and delicately crafted refreshments in comfortable silence.

Their chosen seats positioned them considerably apart from where the Crystal and Mack had established themselves.

Not a single meaningful glance passed between the separated parties.

Anyone unaware of their complex history would never suspect the tangled web of relationships and past conflicts that connected them.

Cullen had naturally gravitated toward Niall, Marco, Nate, and Maverick, forming a cluster of young men from similar social backgrounds.

Their shared generational perspective and overlapping social circles made their casual grouping appear entirely organic and appropriate.

Given the deliberate physical distance Veronica and Dario maintained from the other guests, Edric seized the opportunity to approach Maverick with hushed curiosity. "Have you and Dario managed to resolve your differences yet?"

The business collaboration they had discussed seemed to suggest some form of reconciliation was underway.

While complete forgiveness might be premature, surely some progress had been made since their last formal gathering.

Yet the atmosphere suggested that virtually nothing had shifted since the previous banquet.

Maverick's gaze drifted toward Dario as he carefully considered his response. "The relationship between Dario and Cullen appears to have deteriorated as well."

This revelation caught Edric completely off guard.

Based on his extensive knowledge of both families, no significant conflicts had ever existed between those two individuals.

His initial instinct suggested the tension might stem from complications involving Veronica and Niall.

However, he immediately dismissed such speculation, preferring to avoid entanglement in other people's personal dramas and romantic complications.

Edric prided himself on maintaining neutrality. After dedicating appropriate time to Cullen's circle, he approached Dario and Veronica with diplomatic courtesy. "Tonight's guest list exceeded our original projections. Please accept my apologies if our hospitality has fallen short of expectations."

Dario responded with practiced grace and genuine warmth. "We arrived without formal invitations, Edric. Your graciousness is more than sufficient."

Felix Shane, despite being Neal's longtime friend, possessed limited appreciation for artistic pursuits and had attended primarily to demonstrate loyalty and support.

Recognizing his inability to provide Felix with engaging company, Neal instructed Edric to arrange entertainment more suited to his friend's interests.

Soon, an elegant chessboard and matching table appeared, accompanied by comfortable seating where Felix could enjoy strategic gameplay alongside his tea.

After offering brief apologies to Veronica and Dario, Edric hurried away to attend to the various demands of hosting such a diverse gathering.

Felix arranged himself comfortably, gathered a handful of chess pieces in his palm, and looked expectantly toward his longtime companion Darcy Langton.

Darcy responded with obvious reluctance and familiar frustration. "Playing against you is an exercise in futility. I refuse to endure another humiliating defeat."

Felix then directed his attention toward their busy host's assistant. "Your responsibilities tonight must be overwhelming."

"Indeed, they are quite extensive."

The evening's success depended on ensuring every guest received appropriate attention and care.

Maxwell found himself similarly occupied with hosting duties.

Beginning a lengthy chess match would represent an inexcusable abandonment of his obligations to the other attendees.

"Perhaps one of our younger guests might be interested in a game," Darcy suggested diplomatically.

Felix's familiarity with Cullen stemmed from the young man's widely recognized intellectual capabilities, which had earned him considerable respect from an early age.

His reputation for strategic thinking and mental acuity made him an appealing opponent.

Felix fixed his gaze on Cullen with unmistakable interest. "Your chess skills are well-established, Cullen. Would you be willing to engage in a match with me?"

The challenge hung in the air between them, carrying implications that extended far beyond a simple game. Cullen's response would be observed by everyone present, making this moment a subtle test of character, confidence, and social positioning among the assembled guests.